Flawless Ruin
I have a little déjà vu of our time in Southampton. This is the Caleb I’ve been longing for: flirty and carefree. “But I really needed the sleep,” I say, teasing him. “So I don’t see how you being there would have helped.”
He arches an eyebrow, wicked. “I’m sure I would have found a way to wear you out.”
My pulse thrums. Luckily, we’re interrupted by the waiter, bringing our food: rich pasta, in a velvety sauce.
Or maybe it’s not so lucky, because watching Caleb lick cream off his lips is making my heartbeat faster, and my blood runs hot.
“Here,” he says, offering me a forkful of his food to try. “You must taste this.”
I let him feed me, his gaze hot on mine. “Delicious,” I murmur, almost panting.
“Nearly as delicious as you,” he replies casually. “You have the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”
I gasp. “Caleb,” I whisper, scolding. I look around, but nobody is close enough to hear.
“What?” Caleb smirks. “It’s the truth. I could eat you out for days. Would you like that?” he asks softly, his eyes dark. Hypnotic.
I gulp, biting my tongue to keep from replying. Yes.
But Caleb knows. He always knows.
He leans forward, catching one of my hands between his. “I think you would, Juliet,” he says, tracing a slow circle on my palm. “I think you’d love it. My mouth on you, my tongue lapping at your clit. Devouring you as I fuck you with my fingers. Stretching you open. Getting you ready for my cock.”
Oh God.
I inhale in a rush, pressing my legs together beneath the table. I’m already wet for him, picturing it.
I’m already clenching, imagining how it would feel. His fingers, thick and full inside me.
His tongue, sending me to heaven and back.
“Caleb.” I mean to scold him, but my voice comes out breathless and needy. Betraying just how aroused I am.
His eyes darken with desire. “I know, baby girl.” Caleb says, almost soothing. He keeps stroking my palm, sending electricity sparking over my skin. “I know what you need. And I promise, I’m going to give it to you. Every last inch.”
I shudder with longing. Yes please.
I barely notice the rest of the meal. Caleb takes forever over the check, joking in Italian with the waitstaff, until I’m practically panting in anticipation.
He takes my hand and leads me toward the door. The cold air hitting my bare skin is a shock; after sunset, the city has chilled, and there’s a faint drizzle of rain that does nothing to cool my fevered heat. As I catch my breath on the threshold, Caleb dips his lips down and presses a soft kiss onto my hairline, sending shivers through my body.
I waver on my feet. Dear God, I want him.
Caleb leads me down the narrow, cobbled street, and I hurry to keep up. I can’t wait to get back to the hotel, I feel like I’m wound tight, my body vibrating with tension. With desire. But suddenly, Caleb pulls me off the main street, down a dark, winding alleyway.
Where is he taking me?
My body spikes with a thrill of the unknown, as he leads me away from the evening crowds, until we’re out of sight, behind a faded old building. “Caleb?” I ask, heart racing. “Where are we—"
He pushes me up against the wall and captures my mouth in a searing kiss.
Mmmm.
I sink into his embrace, as hot as the cold air on my skin. He cages me against the wall, one strong arm on either side of me. His mouth is hard and devouring, his teeth taking my bottom lip, scraping over it, toying with me until his tongue plunges deep inside my mouth.
I open for him willingly. It’s all-consuming, not just a kiss anymore. This is thrusting, fighting, fucking with our mouths. It’s raw and hard and exactly what I expect from someone like Caleb Sterling. Exactly what I need. We’re in the middle of the busy city with all its distractions but even so, there is nothing at that moment but his mouth and lips and tongue, taking me, making me his.
I want him inside me. I want more than that. As if he feels that longing, his fingers trace a sweet, insane path to my breasts. He finds my nipple through the sheer fabric of my dress with the pad of his thumb, already taut for him. Aching.